This is a very personal poem for me, and so even though I know it's not really impressive, it is probably one of my personal favourite's... Enjoy!Oh, and so as not to confuse, this poem is from two people's view points, italics is one person, normal writing is the other.

I am ready for what is to comeI would not change anything at allPlease... Do not cry for me

The past is gone, and the future is hereI yearn for time to stop and rewindIt is the present and tomorrow I fear The medicine will bring our last goodbyeBut it takes away your growing painSo I watch as your body lets you die

Something so precious, I just can’t believeI hold on, but your torn from my handsDon’t go! I’m not ready for you to leave!

Cover my face to hide the tears that stingI would never want to forget youEven with the pain the memories bring

I love you, and I swear I always will

You say you love me and won’t let goWell it’s this love that has let me livePlease... Do not be afraidPlease just let go

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We may fail alone, but that is better than dying with them, only to be forgotten. I for one, would rather suffer now, than leave this life without passion.

I'm in the "don't know what to say" category. I couldn't distinguish between good and bad poetry if my life depended on it >.<But as it didn't have me flee this page as fast as I could, I'd dare say it doesn't suck.

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Cute: Anything that will bring a horrible death upon unwanted visitors.

You know when they warn you about some crazy showing up here? That's me they're talking about. Tea?

With that out of the way, I enjoy reading poetry, and I daresay(not really it just sounds cool) is quite the good poem DarkMilly. And don't worry I had the same feeling with my story excerpt on the old forums. So yeah, all in all it was really good

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All of time and space, anywhere and everywhere, any star that ever was. Where do you want to start?

I walked into your house again today,It was the first time I have since you left.It made me realise how much I miss you.

The place that had once encompassed everything about you,Your smell, sound, loves, and passions, hung up on walls and stored in shelves.Now empty.

And though I stand here with family,I feel alone, and sad.Completely and utterly lost.---------------------------------------------------------------

Again, not meant to be good, in fact, I spent even less time fixing this one up, or trying to make it flow, or sound anything like a poem. It's purely just how I feel right now, and is a follow up to the previous poem.I just needed to get it out.

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We may fail alone, but that is better than dying with them, only to be forgotten. I for one, would rather suffer now, than leave this life without passion.

And as for "sounding like a poem", there's no such thing. Poetry does not have to rhyme. Nor does it have to have a specific rhythm to it.

As wikipedia says:

~~Poetry (from the Greek "ποίησις", poiesis, a "making") is a form of literary art in which language is used for its aesthetic and evocative qualities in addition to, or in lieu of, its apparent meaning. Poetry may be written independently, as discrete poems, or may occur in conjunction with other arts, as in poetic drama, hymns, lyrics, or prose poetry.~~

And in this manner, your poetry is very beautiful, but very sad. It is very cliche to say this, but I am sorry for your loss. I know what the emptiness of losing a loved one is like, and I do not wish it on anyone. However, the best way to avoid despair, and severe depression is to not focus on the passing and emptiness left, but to hold tight to the memories and events and feelings associated with the deceased. Whether good or bad when it happened, these memories all become washed in a new light, and you can find sloace in them. So take heart, my friend, and remember them in your heart always. For in this, they will never truly die.

It really means a lot to me that you took the time to write that, thankyou. *hugs*Maybe the next one I write will have a happier tone to it... Probably will take me a little longer before I get to that stage though.

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We may fail alone, but that is better than dying with them, only to be forgotten. I for one, would rather suffer now, than leave this life without passion.